Off To Dublin In The Green Chords by The Dubliners
Tempo:
124 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] I am a merry [E] blowboy, and I blow the [A] fields all day, Till [E] a such thought came to my head, that I should roam [A] away.
Well, I'm sick and tired [E] of slavery, since the day that I [A] was born, [E] And I'm off to join the IRA, and I'm off to [A] Monomore.
And we're all off to Dublin in the [E] green, in the green, Where the helmets glisten [A] in the sun, Where [E] the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash, Till the rat of [A] a Thompson gone.
I'll leave [E] aside me pig and swine, I'll leave aside [A] me plough, [E] I'll leave aside me horse and the oak, I no longer need [A] them two.
I'll leave aside [E] me Mary, she's the girl that [A] I adore, And [E] I wonder if she'll think of me when she hears the [A] rifles roar.
And we're all off to Dublin in [E] the green, in the green, Where the helmets glisten [A] in the sun, Where [E] the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash, Till the rat of a Thompson [A] gone.
And when the war [E] is over, and dear old Ireland [A] is free, [E] I'll take her to the church to wed, and her apple's a wife [A] she'll be.
Well some men fight [E] for silver, and some men fight [A] for gold, But [E] the IRA are fighting for the land that the [A] Saxons stole.
And we're all off to Dublin [E] in the green, in the green, Where the helmets glisten in [A] the sun, Where [E] the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash, Till the rat of a [A] Thompson gone.
Well, I'm sick and tired [E] of slavery, since the day that I [A] was born, [E] And I'm off to join the IRA, and I'm off to [A] Monomore.
And we're all off to Dublin in the [E] green, in the green, Where the helmets glisten [A] in the sun, Where [E] the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash, Till the rat of [A] a Thompson gone.
I'll leave [E] aside me pig and swine, I'll leave aside [A] me plough, [E] I'll leave aside me horse and the oak, I no longer need [A] them two.
I'll leave aside [E] me Mary, she's the girl that [A] I adore, And [E] I wonder if she'll think of me when she hears the [A] rifles roar.
And we're all off to Dublin in [E] the green, in the green, Where the helmets glisten [A] in the sun, Where [E] the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash, Till the rat of a Thompson [A] gone.
And when the war [E] is over, and dear old Ireland [A] is free, [E] I'll take her to the church to wed, and her apple's a wife [A] she'll be.
Well some men fight [E] for silver, and some men fight [A] for gold, But [E] the IRA are fighting for the land that the [A] Saxons stole.
And we're all off to Dublin [E] in the green, in the green, Where the helmets glisten in [A] the sun, Where [E] the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash, Till the rat of a [A] Thompson gone.
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[A] _ _ _ I am a merry [E] blowboy, _ and I blow the [A] fields all day, _ Till [E] a such thought came to my head, that I should roam [A] away.
_ Well, I'm sick and tired [E] of slavery, since the day that I [A] was born, _ [E] And I'm off to join the IRA, and I'm off to _ [A] Monomore.
_ And we're all off to Dublin in the [E] green, in the green, Where the helmets glisten [A] in the sun, _ Where [E] the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash, Till the rat of [A] a Thompson gone. _ _
I'll leave [E] aside me pig and swine, I'll leave aside [A] me plough, _ [E] I'll leave aside me horse and the oak, I no longer need [A] them two. _ _
I'll leave aside [E] me Mary, she's the girl that [A] I adore, _ And [E] I wonder if she'll think of me when she hears the [A] rifles roar.
And we're all off to Dublin in [E] the green, in the green, Where the helmets glisten [A] in the sun, _ Where [E] the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash, Till the rat of a Thompson [A] gone.
_ And when the war [E] is over, and dear old Ireland [A] is free, _ [E] I'll take her to the church to wed, and her apple's a wife [A] she'll be.
_ Well some men fight [E] for silver, _ and some men fight [A] for gold, But [E] the IRA are fighting for the land that the [A] Saxons stole.
_ And we're all off to Dublin [E] in the green, in the green, Where the helmets glisten in [A] the sun, Where [E] the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash, Till the rat of a [A] Thompson gone. _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, I'm sick and tired [E] of slavery, since the day that I [A] was born, _ [E] And I'm off to join the IRA, and I'm off to _ [A] Monomore.
_ And we're all off to Dublin in the [E] green, in the green, Where the helmets glisten [A] in the sun, _ Where [E] the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash, Till the rat of [A] a Thompson gone. _ _
I'll leave [E] aside me pig and swine, I'll leave aside [A] me plough, _ [E] I'll leave aside me horse and the oak, I no longer need [A] them two. _ _
I'll leave aside [E] me Mary, she's the girl that [A] I adore, _ And [E] I wonder if she'll think of me when she hears the [A] rifles roar.
And we're all off to Dublin in [E] the green, in the green, Where the helmets glisten [A] in the sun, _ Where [E] the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash, Till the rat of a Thompson [A] gone.
_ And when the war [E] is over, and dear old Ireland [A] is free, _ [E] I'll take her to the church to wed, and her apple's a wife [A] she'll be.
_ Well some men fight [E] for silver, _ and some men fight [A] for gold, But [E] the IRA are fighting for the land that the [A] Saxons stole.
_ And we're all off to Dublin [E] in the green, in the green, Where the helmets glisten in [A] the sun, Where [E] the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash, Till the rat of a [A] Thompson gone. _ _ _ _ _
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